Look! See how they sit in Abuja —
their children abroad chasing dreams, unbothered by fuel queues that begin before dawn,
by naira that withers in our hands,
by darkness swallowing towns promised light.
Evil thrones reflect their subjects.
#monologue#nigeriableeding#Tinubu
DEAD MEN’S PARTY
This is true — is there no end to these dead thrones?
Is there no end to the stench of how men and women lead and live?
The world is still too afraid to root out evil,
or have we grown fond of the rot?
Look! See how they sit in Abuja —
Last night, I said goodbye to the echoes of the past,
Lurking around my orchid fence.
For the past never stays buried,
Nor can I bargain with it.
I hear nothing now
But silence—the quietness,
A measure of pleasure,
Heaven on earth, I presume.
~Chiugo Igwegbe
#poetry#writer
He who is in power
thinks he is God until....
The grave humbles him.
P.s. there is no peace for the wiked, but since these are bad days, the wiked is at peace.
Quote:
Shocks of reality quake delusion.
When I made this quote 4 years ago or so,
I never imagined that today I will login into @realitycheck.com
I have been shocked just because I breath.
#quote#poem#poetry#writing
I ask you to find the peace your mind is searching for
not in the noise, not in the crowd,
but in the quiet corners of your soul,
where truth rooms, waiting to be heard.
#poetry#writing#poet#WritingCommunity
They say fear wears many faces.
But the ones we should fear the most don’t hide in shadows.
They laugh. They love. They lead.
This piece is not about ghosts. It’s about us —
and what happens when humanity trades its soul for power, pride, and survival.
#poetry#poem#writing
Let them sit — they and their children claim no part
in the death chants rising from the North and South.
This is true — they do not see
what their greed costs the man in the East or the woman in d West.
It is perverse arrogance to reduce their guilt in the belief of power.
DEAD MEN'S PARTY
I kept wondering which I should talk about first, the wickedness meted out to Ifunanya's father or d wickedness perpetrated in Benue State, Nigeria..
THE POEM...
This is true — is there no end to these dead thrones?
No end to d stench of how men and women live?
Is d world still too afraid to do away with evil — or has it grown fond of the rot?
Evil thrones reflect their subjects
This is true — we elected them, didn’t we?